Chapter 23: Clay Becomes Forward
Naps to me were the essence of life. Short. Long. It didn’t matter. I thought of them as a recuperating period. I favored late afternoon or early evening naps the best. A mid-morning nap wasn’t so bad either, but they rarely, if ever, occurred. When my naps did happen, they were light and usually without dreams. The afternoon, probably because it misted outside and the temperature dropped, caused me to grow tired. I yearned for a nap, falling under its soothing and pleasant spell, unable to prevent it from happening. It called for me like an old friend who wanted a hug, and I just happened to oblige.
Ten minutes into the nap, I heard someone downstairs, having entered the Tudor without permission. Most likely it was Faye, the only one with a key. She had
